Me, already prone, reading: Will you turn on that light? No, wait.
Historian, with hand on the lamp: Are you sure?
Me: I just want to enjoy that natural light (gestures vaguely at window) for a few minutes longer.
[seven minutes later]
Me: Okay, turn it on.
In other news:
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Word. To my mutha.ReplyDelete
I enjoyed the natural light coming through my window all throughout our meeting today. Now it's gone. *sigh* (it + sigh = light, NOT meeting)ReplyDelete
PS I removed that last post because it had a silly typo. Oh to leave all editing behind for just a moment!
Oh. Shows. They give my life meaning.ReplyDelete